"No shit?" she asked, interested in spite of herself. She remembered being pregnant, centuries ago. She'd bitched and moaned most of the nine months, Enalos had been hard pressed to keep up with her. But they'd loved their little girls.
"Well it'll be interesting to see how the new kid adjusts to all this crazy," she said. "Come on, get dressed, I'm busting you out. Wyoming's fucking boring." She picked his pants up from the chair and tossed them on the bed. She slipped out of the room briefly, picking the lock on a closet and coming back with a bottle of pain pills, which she also tossed on the bed. "You, me, and those things are outta here," she said, poking her head into the mostly deserted hallway.
"So get her a car, or a puppy, or some gems. Or all of the above. Dead people make terrible gifts. They start to stink up the place, and they're grumpy as fuck when they come back from Hades."